She seems a bit confused by this.

***

She rode in front of an elven knight, who had one arm wrapped securely around her waist while the other held the reins. Grimalkin dozed in her lap, a warm, heavy weight, and refused to talk to her. If she asked any questions, the knights wouldn't answer her, either.

She stays quiet, still a bit haunted from whatd happened earlier.

The horses flew over the forest floor, and the trees were beginning to thin. They broke through the tree line, and ahead of them was a large wall with a majestic gate.

She stares at it.

As the gates open, they reveal a massive courtyard stretched before them, a great circular platform of ivory pillars, marble statues, and flowering trees. Fountains hurled geysers of water into the air, multicolored lights danced over the pools, and flowers in the full spectrum of the rainbow bloomed everywhere. Strains of music reached their ears, a combination of harps and drums, strings and flutes, bells and whistles, somehow lively and melancholy at the same time.

She stares at it all.

Faeries were everywhere, sitting on the marble steps or benches, dancing together in small groups, or just wandering around. Someone tugged on Lin's hair. A tiny figure hovered near her shoulder, gossamer wings buzzing like a hummingbird's. The knight holding her didn't so much as glance at it.

She smiles at it.

The faery grinned and held out what looked like a plump grape, except the skin of the fruit was bright blue and speckled with orange.